Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 40 Immortal Zhou Epilepsy

The fists of Buzhou's first and second variation of Sword Technique came one after another, stopping in front of the bearded face. The wind caused by the fists made his face twitch.

He had a hunch that if Wen Lianggong's fist hadn't stopped, this punch would definitely crack his head open.

Wen Lianggong withdrew his hand with regret, not because he didn't want to kill the opponent, but because this Taoist temple was a pure place. If blood splattered, he would have to clean it up. This place was not suitable for killing.

In addition, he still had something to ask this guy. If he didn't get the information, it was really not his style to continue to be so confused and passive.

The bearded man's arms dropped weakly, staring at Wen Lianggong.

"I didn't expect that what the Taoist master is good at is not grappling, but swordsmanship. You were already in full swing just now. I didn't expect that there is a Taoist master in such a small Taoist temple on Shudao Mountain. I made a mistake!"

"Then is there any secret in the portrait of Emperor Zhenwu Subduing Demon?"

Hearing this, the bearded man confirmed that Wen Lianggong did not know about this, and chuckled: "That portrait is an antique. If it goes to an auction house, it can fetch at least two to three million."

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows and took advantage of Beard's unpreparedness to kick him out and hit him sideways on the head.

He fainted without even making a sound.

Skillfully lifting up the beard, Wen Lianggong gave a 'huh' sound.

"Good guy, it's almost as heavy as that wild boar."

He walked briskly to the backyard of the Taoist temple, stepped on the chains and ran to the top of the mountain peak as if walking on flat ground.

He threw his beard aside and walked to the place where Zhang Jie was buried. He made sure that the land was compacted and there was no sign of any disturbance, and then he felt relieved.

At first, he transplanted more than a dozen wildflowers and grasses from the edge. I am afraid that next year they will grow much more lushly than in other places.

While trying to figure out how to sharpen his iron strength and practice Bu Zhou's sword skills, he kept using the first three moves in a cycle, and proficiency improvement prompts occasionally popped up on the attribute panel.

"Breathing, and... supporting objects and transforming into gods."

Wen Lianggong thought about it. When Tieshu Xin taught Zhang Zuo, he once said that he should imagine that he is as heavy as a mountain, and his moves should be powerful and heavy, like a mountain falling. Over time, he can build momentum.

It seems that I have to collect 2 more skill points to see if Bu Zhou's swordsmanship, which is at a proficient level, can manifest that potential.

After a long time, Wen Lianggong stopped his posture, looked at the motionless bearded man lying on the ground, and said softly: "If you don't get up again, I will chop you with a sword."

The bearded man climbed up with great dexterity. He had just looked around and saw that this was a cliff peak. With the bones of his arms broken, it would be difficult to get out as hard as climbing to the sky.

"I don't know which lineage he is from? I have never heard of a lineage within the Zhengyi dynasty that has violent fighting styles, powerful and heavy moves, and a courage that is invincible to ten thousand people."

"The flattery is pretty good."

A faint smile appeared on Wen Lianggong's face, and then he said in a cold voice: "Next, I will ask and you will answer. If you are not satisfied, then you can become a flower here."

The bearded man's heart tightened, and he already understood that the man in front of him was by no means the decent Taoist priests he had met before, but a ruthless man who would kill people if he disagreed.

"This... Taoist Priest, the Ming Dynasty has undergone several reforms, and now it is a society governed by law. Why is it like this!"

Wen Lianggong sneered and didn't answer, just asked.

"What's your name?" "...Lu Cheng." Bearded Hu Lucheng couldn't help but said, "I just yelled in the Taoist temple for so long, didn't you hear me?"

"How can I remember to come here if you're like A, B, B, B and D?"

Wen Lianggong ignored the angry look on Lu Cheng's face, responded casually, and then said: "Origin."

Lu Cheng took a deep breath to calm down and said in a deep voice: "I am the branch leader of the Shu capital of the Chenliu sect, Lu Cheng."

"Chenliu sect?" Wen Lianggong looked thoughtful, and then suddenly said: "I know, I saw it in the live broadcast of the Global Unlimited Martial Arts Competition online last year. What is the sect of the old martial arts? Which one is it? One hundred and ninety-nine?!”

In this world, kung fu is more popular. After the global immigration wave started in the Ming Dynasty, martial arts lasted for a long time and became more and more prosperous. After hundreds of years, there are old martial arts that follow the ancestors and practice according to tradition, and some because of Human biology continues to advance and is a new weapon trained scientifically and in a targeted manner.

In addition to the old martial arts still flourishing in Kyushu today, among the immigrants who have merged with the Western Yi race, the new martial arts dominate.

"It's one hundred and nine! One hundred and nine!!!"

Lu Cheng's face turned red, as if he was insulted, and he growled: "If something hadn't happened midway, and we had encountered the reformers of the Phoenix Falcon Fist style who were ranked among the 40th new martial arts, we would have been able to break into the top eighty at least. New Those Wu guys are completely insulting Kung Fu!"

Wen Lianggong didn't take it seriously. It was a clichéd dispute between the old and the new. He had read countless novels and had no interest in it at all. He just wanted to explore the secrets of the mythical world and find the path to transcendence in his own one-third of an acre. .

He has seen the competition, and he does not rule out the possibility of having extraordinary strength, but that's about it.

"Okay, okay, let's first tell you what the secret is about the statue of the Zhenwu Demon-Suppressing Emperor. Are you so keen on it?"

When Lu Cheng mentioned the pain in his heart, he immediately fell silent. He didn't expect to be defrauded of 300,000 yuan. He was silent for a long time, looking at Wen Lianggong's fierce look that was becoming more and more unconcealed, as if he would really get you if he didn't say anything. To make flower fertilizer.

Lu Cheng was still scared and said honestly: "It is said that the wild Taoist priest won and later asked Zhou Dian to draw the painting. In that painting, there is the lifelong learning of the immortal Zhou Dian!"

Wen Lianggong's eyes flashed. Although the mainstream in reality did not believe in the theory of immortals and gods, there were still many people who were looking for immortals and wanted to find evidence from ancient ruins.

"In that painting, does Zhou Dian leave behind a method of becoming an immortal?"

"The method of becoming an immortal." Lu Cheng endured the pain in his arms and chuckled: "If it were really a method of becoming an immortal, it would not be our turn."

Wen Lianggong pondered: "During the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, put Zhou Dian in a large vat and burned him with fire for a whole day and night, but he was still unharmed. Then he locked him in a room without food and drink for a month, but he was still alive and well. "

This has been recorded before. After a pause, he walked back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"Don't be soaked by water or fire, eat your breath and live without food..."

He turned to look at Lu Cheng and asked, "Can kung fu reach this level?"

Lu Cheng shook his head and said: "No matter how advanced you practice kung fu, you will still be a mortal body. How can you reach this state? The more advanced a martial artist is, his metabolism in a day is extremely amazing, and he needs a lot of supplements to maintain his own consumption. How can he reach this state?" There will be talk of not eating or drinking.”

Ever since Zhang Jie came to steal the portrait, Wen Lianggong had already hidden the original portrait of Emperor Zhenwu and Demon Subduing on this peak to prevent Xiaoxiao from stealing things while he was away, which would be great fun.

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